"Stay with Me"
befor
you go ahead I’d like to give you a quick background. I’m not an aspiring
proffesional writer or poet, I’m just a girl who writes sometimes to help with
bad moods. This poem was writen in a lecture at uni shortly after I had some
bad news. My friend suggested I share it with you… in fact demanded I
did. Its a bit mushy, but i hope you see the image of that perfect moment,
and feel the love, care and lifetime of companionship our animals can provide
us with.
Thankyou.
Stay
With Me.
No
need to hurry or rush or run,
Just role me over, scratch my tum,
Come sit with me, while away thine hours,
In quiet contemplation ‘neath tree and flower,
Just role me over, scratch my tum,
Come sit with me, while away thine hours,
In quiet contemplation ‘neath tree and flower,
Come
stay with me and stroke my fur,
Let me sooth thy worries, sooth thy cares,
I’ll purr for you and with liquid eyes,
Help you answer those important where’s and whys,
Let me sooth thy worries, sooth thy cares,
I’ll purr for you and with liquid eyes,
Help you answer those important where’s and whys,
I’ll
give you my love, my soul, my heart,
If today you stay, pray don’t part.
For these days I spend in idle rest,
For me to share with you makes them best,
If today you stay, pray don’t part.
For these days I spend in idle rest,
For me to share with you makes them best,
Curled
up and warm upon your lap,
Or stretched in sunbeams to quietly nap,
For you I’ll sing in the dead of night,
Loud and wailing for your fright,
Or stretched in sunbeams to quietly nap,
For you I’ll sing in the dead of night,
Loud and wailing for your fright,
I’ll
bring you the labours of my catch,
And wait expectantly for you to snatch,
If you cry or if you’re down,
Just come to me, I’ll stay around,
And wait expectantly for you to snatch,
If you cry or if you’re down,
Just come to me, I’ll stay around,
To
ease your sorrow with cuddles and purrs,
I’ll let you weep into my fur,
And when thy sorrow is well spent,
And exhaustion has, to you lent,
A fitful sleep of restless tire,
Ill snuggle close your fears to quiet.
I’ll let you weep into my fur,
And when thy sorrow is well spent,
And exhaustion has, to you lent,
A fitful sleep of restless tire,
Ill snuggle close your fears to quiet.
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